DryCutting myself drybecause of you.
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,my soul...it lingerscold andalonein this desolate placethat we callreality.Though inhabitedby many,these arebleak andforsaken grounds.I feel thatI'm trappedwith no way out,no escape,no blissawaiting me...Without a future,without a purpose,my yearning soul...it roamsthis earth;this grave...As the darknesscontinues toconsume me...As the numbnessfeeds onthe remnantsof my sanitya littleeach day.
This Is Depression The darknessand Iare one.
Foolish...You can't undothe damage done-You can't relivethose lonely years-You can't resuscitatesomeone who haslong ago since drowned...And you cannot menda broken heartwith the useof a simple "I'm sorry."
Mental SuicideI just might kill myself again.
Childhood Thoughts...Always a houseNever a home...
SkinnyShe purges on an empty stomach.
NumbI'm so numbthat ithurts.
...And Her Name Was 'Ana' It was in my distant and depressing middle school days, that I’d become well-acquainted with a girl named Ana. I can remember, quite vividly in fact, when we first met during the first trimester of the sixth grade. Those were the days; those elementary school days. Though my peers and I were younger and much more naïve back then, I cannot help but feel so conclusive that, despite of our lack of worldly knowledge, we were still so inexcusably cruel. The experience was unlike those of later years to come. Indeed: it was much more scarring. Perhaps, that simple expression “words hurt,” is what led me to Ana. She was the ideal kind of girl; little Miss California, Ana was. Her lengthy, slim figure could sell any sort of attire that adorned it, and her translucent, glowing, pale skin sparkled in the light of the sun just as flecks of quartz would in a sidewalk. But it was her hair, and her eyes - oh her eyes!- that everyo
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
The Wrong Side Of MidNightOn The Doctor's TrainI Met The Princess Of The Dawn,But We WereOn The Wrong Side Of MidNight.
My NightingalesMy NightingalesI Send You Nightingalesto sing you my love,but they return crying.
I Fucked Your Mind, SorryI'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You,but I'm a sick bastardthat cannot stay away from you.Nothing less,Nothing more,I cannot let it go,I will not harm you.What I'm Going Through, It's Not Your Fault.What You're Going Through, It's Not My Fault.The moment I was bittenby the crazy dog you hired,I realized that my crazy lovehas fucked your mind.It passed a long timesince then,but you can't recover.I'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
It Wasn't MeI felt such a shamethat I found you lovelywhen you were crying.I know you can't forgive me,but please at least rememberthat It Wasn't Mewho made you cry.
Why You?Once you askedWhy You?I Ask MySelf The Same QuestionEvery Night,Every Day,Every Hour,Every Minute.Why You???
Open WoundBroken dreams in lovers room,Pain's flowing in the air,She's so perfect, my doom,Pain's growing, I don't dare.
Love Is A WeakNessLove Is A WeakNess
The World Is YoursThe world is yours,You know itand I know it,no matter what I'm saying.But don't ask mewhat I would do without you.This world,without you,simply it wouldn't exist.But it would exist another world,better or not, I don't know.But you existand this world existsandThe world is yours.
It Can't Rain All The TimeIt Can't Rain All The Time,but it's raining now.
New SecretsNew SecretsYou never loved me,but I shared with you my little secrets.No, you didn't ask it.No, I didn't expect anything.I just felt so,and to proove to you my intentions.I never expected that you'll love me,but I couldn't imaginethat you'll tell my secrets to a dogand send him to get me!Why?Therefor I created new secrets,but again I want to share them only with you.
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
I Don't Want To Be SmartIf Loving You Is StupidI Don't Want To Be Smart.
Wanted, Angry Or BadWanted, Angry Or Bad
MordredBound to ride to CamelotMordred is my name,Not for me, no Avalon,this war, my future fameThis queen of sin I can't forgive,Arthur shouldn't too,He's a king, he's not a man,it's my turn to rule!Bound to ride to CamelotMordred is my name,Who can doubt my royal blood?Kill the the queen of shame!!!
You are lucky, she doesn't love youThe door was openand I listened what he said to him:"It has come to my attentionthat you love one of our girls.My dear, you can't love these girls!You should only come, pay, have funand this is it!You have gone too far!!!!You are lucky, she doesn't love you,so you can go."
Eros is WarEros is WarI just love youand I just need to confess it to you,every night, every day, every hour.I just love youand I just need to see you,every night, every day, every hour,Even though you ignored me,like I wasn't there.Ignoring... the worst thing.But I was lucky,lucky enough, to scare you.You must know that I didn't want this,but I was lucky,and you started a war.All this time I was fighting myself.At last you became my enemyand now I have a chance,because you know; Eros is War.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.